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Mary


I was adopted at the age of three

For being so brave

Mom bought me a dog

Named Mary

 

Mary’s job was to keep me

From feeling alone

So I wouldn’t have to grow up

In this world on my own

 

Mary’s job was to

Provide some hope

During times when it seemed like

Around my neck was lifes rope

 

Mary’s job was to be the glue

That kept my world from falling apart

The dollar store duct tape

To piece together my heart

 

And when my sister died

Mary’s job was to hear my silent tears

To be there

To calm my fears

 

So as I’m stranded on this island

I trust mary will make it alright

If I  put my hope in mary's heart

I know we’ll make it through the night.

 

 

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